Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volum 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Pàgina 10
... prince is , will his people be . DEVOTION MAKES THE DEITY WHO WHO forms a godhead out of gold or stone makes not a god , but he that prays to one . 199 THE MORE MIGHTY , THE MORE MERCIFUL 200 WHO HO may do most , does least : the ...
... prince is , will his people be . DEVOTION MAKES THE DEITY WHO WHO forms a godhead out of gold or stone makes not a god , but he that prays to one . 199 THE MORE MIGHTY , THE MORE MERCIFUL 200 WHO HO may do most , does least : the ...
Pàgina 13
... prince and peer , ' mid popular contentions , cast off their favourites . THE A GOOD NAME G. CHAPMAN ' HE honours of a name ' tis just to guard ; they are a trust but lent us , which we take , and should , in reverence to the donor's ...
... prince and peer , ' mid popular contentions , cast off their favourites . THE A GOOD NAME G. CHAPMAN ' HE honours of a name ' tis just to guard ; they are a trust but lent us , which we take , and should , in reverence to the donor's ...
Pàgina 37
... prince , that valour soars above These are not ills ; else they would never fall on Heaven's first favourites and the best of men : the gods , in bounty , work up storms about us , that give mankind occasion to exert their hidden ...
... prince , that valour soars above These are not ills ; else they would never fall on Heaven's first favourites and the best of men : the gods , in bounty , work up storms about us , that give mankind occasion to exert their hidden ...
Pàgina 42
... prince ; fall , like a cloud , in gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , and as a purling stream , thou son of Night , pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain , like hollow murmuring ...
... prince ; fall , like a cloud , in gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , and as a purling stream , thou son of Night , pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain , like hollow murmuring ...
Pàgina 80
... prince amid his race , Ascanius then , the fruit of his desire , in Lavine land had not possessed place . But true it is , where lots do light by chance , there fortune helps the boldest to advance . PROPER USE OF RICHES OT that riches ...
... prince amid his race , Ascanius then , the fruit of his desire , in Lavine land had not possessed place . But true it is , where lots do light by chance , there fortune helps the boldest to advance . PROPER USE OF RICHES OT that riches ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Pàgina 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Pàgina 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pàgina 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Pàgina 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
Pàgina 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Pàgina 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Pàgina 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Pàgina 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.